Jimmy And His Friends, I Know, Are In The Park All Drunken
Im Staring At The Sun Alone But What Can I Desire? I No Longer Know
Im Wishing For A Week For Fishing Away In The Country
Im Losing My Own Script Of Living Down In City
A Refrigerator Sounds In A Room, I Look Up And Peer At The Weather
Shes Gone Away From Here And Now What Can I Desire? I No Longer Know
Im Wishing For A Week For Fishing Away In The Country
Im Losing My Own Script Of Living Down In City